Blush Fire Poetry by Kayla Drouilhet

 cinder coal... her towel  drops to the floor 

 heavy smoke … between our love fire clouds 

steam…  the way his tongue licks  his coffee spoon

spear  of ancient fire that is you and I 

how many  strawberries grow here? I love this one a little 

 tinder feeding the fire in his fingers 

 I burn for you …a floating bubble pops on the surface 

 my ashes within his fire… cliff stones